I chose the colour scheme for the wedding, rhubarb and custard, organised my friends to be bridesmaids and flowergirls - do you know how hard it is to get 40 yr old women to wear velvet knickerbockers?
Then on Saturday the big day - The Strikly Final. I couldn't join my entourage due to adverse weather conditions - boy did I mutter and swear all afternoon as the snow kept falling - so we communicated via Facebook. Me in me farthingale and them drinking Pernod & Black 10 miles away.
The dances were done and the voting began, I looked for the phone to vote for Matt - Little Fink had stolen it because she wanted Kara to win. DOH!
At the end of the day Matt came second to Kara, a very worthy winner. Matt was gracious in defeat and I'm sure I saw a tear in his eye when he looked at me down the camera? Heigh Ho, so i packed away the dress and the bustle and the wings and thought about what could have been.
